Don't sell your soul

You get excited too much for the cam Like you Will the first time when he pulled up to Bel-ai Don't be ridiculous Fuck a critic and a gatekeeper I can see that you rappers is folding And selling your souls for way cheaper Fuck em Get off my penis Bitch you got ways of a floozy When I'm in your city it's looking like Martin Scorsese directed the movie Most of the niggas I'm with keep the piece like they wearing a robe and a kufi I'll never play for a new team You niggas remind me of Druski Them niggas really confuse me Go ahead and Google and you'll see You might even find it on You-T They wanted Family Feud between me and you Like Drizzy and Tunechi Jody I swear they don't know what they started Fuck all the haters promoters and media bloggers I swear this is not what they wanted Fuck what they saying they know I ain't begging for shit I ain't even begging your pardon Fuck all these rappers We better off calling the rest of these niggas the dearly departed Uh Don't be ridiculous